The Sycamore Tree

In my front yard lives a sycamore tree that of late seems to have it in for me. A pristine giant with a white colored bark that's constantly shedding and falling apart. I've always admired this glorious tree until it began hurling branches at me. It's tree parts keep dropping from one hundred feet. I'm not quite prepared, my maker to meet. It would only take one swift hit to the noggin to cause my whole world to go a foggin. This sycamore and I need a "live and let live" truce or this awesome tree may have to soon be a less aggressive blue spruce.